Intention is placed at the onset of each day. When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting. Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart. I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure. How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy. I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine. Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along. I keep the ones that speak to my heart. I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.
” I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.
None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta
I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God. We just share differently the good we do… Keep Reading
To be just means to live with integrity. That is doing the right thing when no one is watching, for your own conscience’s benefit.
We don’t talk like that enough. Yes, if we could have books for every grade from first to twelfth grade addressing the benefits of a clear conscience, surely trust would drown the cruel bullying. Maybe adults would be bound to being more honest, less deceptive, and expect and hold politicians to a higher standard.
“I am not bound to win,
But I am bound to be true.
” I am not bound to succeed,
but I am bound to live up to what LIGHT I have.” _Abraham Lincoln
Be Star Shine Daily became a dream in order to bring to light problems that can be resolved in the right frame of mind. It is always easier to stretch out a scroll with pointers than it is to actually integrate them into action. However, every seed well planted will yield a better harvest. We can be nourished by the thoughts written by others. The masters of the ages bring us calm.
“Only the just man enjoys peace of mind.” _ Epicurus
To make an effort to live justly for one entire day may well be the foundation of something marvelous in one’s life. To begin the day with a prayer brings the miracles nearby. My life changed from the day I began writing a prayer to God; in the letter, I ask for His mercy in the name of His Son Jesus Christ. Keep Reading
We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.
The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.
That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…
Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality… To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..
The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea. His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.
On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias… Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” Keep Reading
Yesterday I attended the service of the Stations of the Cross presented with fourteen devotions at St. Pius Catholic Church in Hemphill, Texas. I was filled with the Holy Spirit. Nuts, eh? Well, call it what you will, in my soul’s world the ever yearning of “being in the presence of God awareness” completes me with a sureness of peace. I felt the need to be in a church setting, and the priest with the flock welcomed me as a blade of grass in their field of spring flowers… We were young, and older than the youngest, and oldest; it did not matter because our eyes and ears were focused… and ending the prayers with “do what You will with me”… The history of this service is remarkable, and the fourteen prayers, each said at the corresponding station, relives the moment.
A Jackie Lawson card came in the mail today brushed in sage olive tree leaves escorted by clusters of white blossoms centered in gold leaning toward a bud of an Easter Lilly in company with others aglow… as a cloud white dove brings forth a choir of angels rejoicing John Stainer’s Cantata “God so loved the World”… from John 3: 16-18.
The wings of the bird spread to embrace into a flight in a meadow of multi colored spring flowers sprinkled with all but one resting butterfly busily meeting one and all blossoms… beckoning in lead to a cove in a forest beholding a cherry blooming tree of baby rose petals surrounded in deep green foliage where two stately sterling tree trunks with branches lifting upwards in thanks to heaven… form the design likes of an arched cathedral’s window thoroughly bathed by a golden light, streaming… through three crosses to the altar within…much like the very one I visited yesterday to find fulfilling… Fulfillment continues to flow as it is poured with love into our lives…
Thank you dearest Cindy and Paul Schumacher for the early Orthodox Easter greeting in Romanian no less !! HRISTOS a Inviat!
CHRIST is Risen! Adevarat a Inviat! Indeed He is Risen!
” We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”__ C. S. Lewis
Jesus asked God to take this cup away… He asked God to forgive the taunting remark because he did not know what he was saying… Yet He came to live and die as one of us humans in flesh and blood to reconcile us to our Father in heaven, God. Do we wonder like C. S. Lewis suggests how much hurt we will endure for our own best becoming? How many hurdles will we overcome before rising from our knees with arms outstretched towards the sky in thankfulness to God?
The pride, the ego that edges God out is the ungrateful enemy seeking to be the ultimate bronze prize of its own existence. It cannot see the miracles or feel the soul or see the soul to feel the miracles.
A soulful African-American hymn asks, ” Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”. The spiritual was composed in the 19th century and first published in 1899 by William Eleazar Barton in Old Plantation Hymns. I have sung it and the lyrics humbles the heart as it portrays the pain endured that understandably caused the composers to “tremble”.
I wonder how much pain one has to experience before realizing He is there; we are never alone. To be aware of His presence is to honor His blessing upon us. Keep Reading
To be faithful to God is being faith full on a daily basis, and sometimes keeping a prayer on our lips throughout the day.
“Relying on God has to begin all over again every day, as if nothing had yet been done.” _ C.S. Lewis
It is in this spirit that we can survive the emotional upheavals that happen in our lives. When we give our attention to our Lord’s promises, we recognize the daily miracles that occur and not so much by chance. One can actually feel heart connections, the hedge of God’s protection, and even the effervescent calling to complete tasks, to prioritize the important while attending to the urgent. Loneliness needs to be given up to holiness. It is the way to the truth and the light as a guiding light to our every step.
I have been surprised and even shocked to hear “I don’t care.” I care so much about everything , no wonder sometimes I get confused about the little things that matter just as much. I bet I can blush at the times I have asked God to help me make more of a difference. Who do I think I am to be in a position to straighten out messes that need not clutter to obscure problems that can and must be resolved by each and all with complete integrity? I am me like you are you, and they are they, and together we are us. We can responsibly do our part as a light to the world. Keep Reading
What does it mean to be encouraged, and when do we get it?
Why is it important, and who are those that offer it?
“IT” is all here, in this blog.
You determine which path to take because the how to be encouraged rests inside one’s personal intent to be so. Our intentions are birthed in our will. These thoughts have soaked in my tears for many years They are now presented as if on the platter I searched to find by observing and absorbing.
To be encouraged is to feel lifted in the direction of dreams and visions intended to benefit one and all. The humble person bears great humility so its fruit takes time to ripen.
Life is in the presence of spirit. Given the free will to act as we choose, regardless of circumstances, ultimately leads us to a new place. That place is always at the moment we call now.
As most of you may have already heard “the present is the present.” ( This is why I love the English language!)
Is one’s Spirit, the Soul, aware of conscious or unconscious acts? Does the soul give a life to live while one’s heart and mind determine the route to take and to learn and teach to fulfill by one, or more of the myriad of possible purposes? I am suggesting mean spirited purposes are sadly present. Humans are not perfect.
How can we find the ultimate good reserved for each one of us to achieve? What happens when we falter?
To seek our God’s wisdom is the way to the truth and the light; however, the choices in the Garden of the Universe encourage us to navigate, and we do. We are free to choose our way of being in the presence of any circumstance. I think it is known as the attitude we carry. We arrive at knowing moment by moment according to choices made with attitude at hand. Hand in hand they direct the route we choose to navigate. Keep Reading
The assignment suggested in Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy, has taken wings. When I chose the word “docile” for the letter D, I also considered the word “dependable.” These two characteristics have allowed me to navigate the skies like migrating birds that find their way to survive the seasons. The difference is I just kept moving forward and did not return.
I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, to parents who fled their native country of Romania. I learned their language at home and once in kindergarten, Portuguese became my second language. The desire to learn and belong were in my fabric. The Catholic nuns at Nossa Señora D’Assuncao kept an orderly classroom where everyone spoke when spoken to in order to respond, and standing up. There were no disciplinary problems. We must have been a bunch of docile youngsters eager to be in school with paper and pencils neatly stacked on our desks. The nuns could depend on us to obey the rules and pay attention.
A language is learned word by word and one after the other like putting on socks, then shoes, learning to make the knot and bow, and then taking one step at a time. That is all there is to it, literally. Having an ear for words and the ability to mimic the sounds, I found Portuguese to be as fun as the kids, the nuns, all whom I met and heard speaking at school, in the neighborhood, or at the beach. The simplicity in my first nine years of life primed me for the education that would follow in two other countries. Keep Reading
Magic awes the spirit to be calm, and Rae Whitney has this quality, perhaps a real touch of the divine.
She has a direct line to the heavenly Father above, inspired by the Book of Common Prayer, by the King James Bible, and the outreach instilled by God as a mission for an inner circle of the faithful who sing praises in hymns.
Her faith is noble.
Rae has delivered her gifts in teaching by listening with an open mind always willing to extend a word of understanding.
I remember the first and last time I saw her and we conversed an hour ago. I called to respectfully forewarn her before sending this out into the Universe. She merely said it is good to have this outlet, and invited me to another blog by a remarkable, spiritual friend. Her website is Aprilfiet, and it must be worthy of attention, or Rae would not have mentioned it.
Well, the calm risen in having met Rae Whitney was imbedded in my heart with the ultimate gift anyone can ever give or receive, time. Those hours in minutes with seconds by days, months, and years counted by God’s precision, lifted me time and time again. She said we recognized the friendship in each other; it is an honor to behold from her like an Oscar made of stars. Her light hearted optimism crosses her lips with a smile. Keep Reading
Have you a clue of how it feels to say so much of what I think? Well, sometimes it is scary.
Since I have taken the challenge I asked all to take in the next twenty-six days, today we are on the letter B and the word chosen is “brave”. I am referring to the blog written a few days ago, Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy. It is a call to discover the ways we can communicate and may I add? Bravely so… as I am doing…
In 1994 my dear husband Dan accepted to serve his skills at the Regional West Medical Center, in Scottsbluff, Nebraska. Sometime after I joined a team of ladies to help redo an older home purchased by the city for the purpose of housing young ladies in need of a shelter. It was a unique opportunity to provide a service needed in the area.
I mentioned the project to an angel friend, Edna Lofing, and she agreed to clean and paint the kitchen, cabinets, and all. She was by far more experienced in the nitty gritty and elbow grease venture. I felt drawn to draw upon my leanings and convinced myself I could simply paint each cabinet door to my liking with a quote. Call it madness, call it zany, and I’m sure there were others who said more!
However, I do remember a young man who worked at the young man’s shelter in Gerring, Nebraska, complimenting me galore, and I think he wanted me to consider doing the same there. That didn’t happen. By the time this kitchen was finished, the food for thought remained aplenty. With no art education, the scribbles were nibbles of goodness I yearned to give to one and all of the girls.
Here is a quote I wish I had chosen:
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” _ Nelson Mandela